Crust Punk Queen

You are into the wild Always a wild child The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild No structured living No plans to walk down the aisle Parents push for college Though you think they're in denial They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming Though you didn't really want to be Organized sports and much counseling It pushed you over, sent you packing Crust punk queen Left mom and dad when you were 17 And tore up those jet black jeans Hopped on a train into a troubled scene With all the trust fund drug fiends Who don't care about the Don't seem to care about the American dream Who don't care about the American dream From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble My father's footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble I see you waltz upon the cracks of the concrete jungle I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming Though you didn't really want to be Organized sports and much counseling It pushed you over, sent you packing Crust punk queen Left mom and dad when you were 17 And tore up those jet black jeans Hopped on a train into a troubled scene With all the trust fund drug fiends Who don't care about the Don't seem to care about the American dream Who don't care about the Don't seem to care about the American dream Who don't care about the American dream Mom and dad there's still a halo which hangs over my head And I know it's gonna shimmer once again Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by And I promise that this shit is gonna end And when the fog clears up from my eyes I'll be Coming home once again, oh Crust punk queen Left mom and dad when you were 17 And tore up those jet black jeans Hopped on a train into a troubled scene With all the trust fund drug fiends Who don't care about the Don't seem to care about the American dream Who don't care about the Don't seem to care about the American dream Who really cares about the American dream?